Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 322 He said nothing
Soon, gunshots rang out in the distance.

The sounds included gunfire from Chu Xingrou and her group, as well as sniper rifle fire.

After confirming that it was safe, Su Miaoyi and two other police officers ran towards the direction of the gunshot.

When they arrived, the gunfire had stopped for a while.

The person had been pinned to the ground. He wasn't wearing a black robe, but he was still wearing a ghost mask on his face.

Zhuang Yanzheng sat on a rock to the side, legs crossed, forehead propped up, eyes half open, looking like he was about to fall asleep any second, completely lacking the energy he had just had when he left his residence.

Lu Zhishen was brushing the dirt off his clothes.

Chu Xingrou put on her gloves and picked up the sniper rifle to examine it.

The others stood aside.

Neither of them were injured, and it seems they all got involved.

Su Miaoyi approached and first looked at the mask on the man's face.

Like the mask found at Tian Ming's crime scene, it was very new and bright red.

Su Miaoyi removed his mask.

The man struggled for a moment.

The police shone a flashlight on him.

The man closed his eyes briefly.

"Twenty-one," Su Miaoyi said.

Hearing his number called, the man was visibly taken aback for a moment, then said, "If it weren't for the number of you, do you think you'd still be alive?!"

"So what if we outnumber each other? Do you have a solution?" Su Miaoyi said. "What good is your marksmanship other than wasting bullets?"

The man struggled again, muttering a curse under his breath.

“Trash,” Su Miaoyi said.

The man struggled even harder and roared.

Two policemen pressed him down forcefully.

"Who's yelling for help over here?" Su Miaoyi asked.

“We’ve already gone to check on him,” a policeman said, pointing to a house nearby. “It was the old lady in that house. He pointed a gun at her and made her scream. She wasn’t injured, just frightened. We’ve already called the doctor in town, and he’s on his way.”

"Are you really all alone?" Su Miaoyi asked, looking at Twenty-One.

"Otherwise, do you think you'd still be alive?!" Twenty-one glared at her.

"What's with that expression? Do we have a grudge against each other?" Su Miaoyi looked at him. "Do you hate me that much?"

Twenty-one stared at her without saying a word.

Su Miaoyi stared at him for a moment: "Who sent you? Why did you want to kill me?"

Twenty-one struggled violently to break free of control: "If you're so capable, let's fight one-on-one!"

Zhuang Yanzheng heard his words and glanced at them.

It's like I've never seen anyone with such a unique way of thinking.

Su Miaoyi laughed: "Are you out of your mind? We're catching criminals, not fighting with you. One-on-one? You look like you're going to have a one-on-one fight."

Twenty-one shouted again.

Su Miaoyi ignored him.

They walked back with Twenty-One.

Zhuang Yanzheng said, "When the song started playing, he was probably monitoring the police station entrance from a distance using the scope on his gun. His target was you. When he saw you and Xingrou and the others heading north, he also went north from a distance, found a suitable place to set up his gun, and then threatened the old lady to shout and lure you over. Playing the song in four directions was to distract us."

“I just took a look at his gun,” Chu Xingrou said. “He didn’t have night vision equipment, so he only fired after we were within the range of the streetlights.”

Su Miaoyi glanced at the gun.

Chu Xingrou said, "Luckily, Sister Miaomiao reacted quickly, otherwise..."

She did not continue.

She didn't sense anything when they ran eastward.

Suddenly, Su Miaoyi pulled her away and dodged, and as they dodged, they heard a gunshot.

If we hadn't reacted quickly, something terrible would have definitely happened.

"You felt it?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked. After all, Twenty-one was five hundred meters away from her.

Su Miaoyi nodded.

Zhuang Yanzheng nodded admiringly.

There was a time before when she could keenly sense someone pointing a gun at her, even from a great distance.

Su Miaoyi patted the dirt off Chu Xingrou's shoulder.

Chu Xingrou glanced at it: "It cost twenty-one."

"Ok?"

"After we found his position, we exchanged a few shots. Then Captain Zhuang circled around from behind, grabbed him, and threw his gun away. The rest of us quickly rushed in," Chu Xingrou said. "He was quite capable in a fight, but there were too many of us for him to handle, so he grabbed dirt from the ground and threw it at us."

“This sniper is really stubborn.” Su Miaoyi patted her shoulder again. “If I missed after two shots, I’ll retreat first.”

"Maybe he was too confident in himself and didn't expect to see several such capable fighters." Zhuang Yanzheng said, "Maybe he was so angry at you that he couldn't hit you, or maybe he had a reason to kill you today, even if he got caught himself."

"But why me again?" Su Miaoyi said.

All three of them looked at her.

Su Miaoyi looked at the three of them and then sighed.

Back at the police station, they began interrogating Twenty-One.

As a result, number twenty-one completely refused to cooperate.

He said nothing except for a blood test for DNA.

Once seated in the interrogation room, he wouldn't say a word no matter what questions were asked.

They interrogated him in turns until dawn, but they couldn't get him to talk.

He didn't even say what his name was.

The main idea is to ignore people and not speak.

We all sat together for breakfast in the morning.

Chu Xingrou took a big bite of her steamed bun: "He's using silence to provoke me!"

"Drink some soy milk, it's sweet, it'll calm you down." Lu Zhishen handed her the soy milk.

Chu Xingrou took a few sips: "If you're going to be silent, then just be silent. That arrogant expression of yours, I really am!"

Su Miaoyi gently stroked her back: "Calm down."

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at her.

Su Miaoyi ate her steamed bun slowly, her eyes numb, her mind filled with thoughts of Duan Wenrui saying that there was only one eggplant filling in the bun, which was a gift from the shop owner.

So many! So many!
Why did she, someone who doesn't eat eggplant, get to eat it?!
Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at her again: "Leave it there, eat something else."

Lu Zhishen looked at her steamed bun: "You're so lucky. Eat this."

Su Miaoyi switched to another steamed bun, then looked at Zhuang Yanzheng, wanting to eat his family's food.

"What kind of look is that?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“I’m thinking about how to kick you out of the book,” Su Miaoyi said.

"And then you take over the dealer position?" Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi nodded.

"Just for a meal?" Zhuang Yanzheng said again, "You want to monopolize my mother, don't you?"

Su Miaoyi didn't say anything, but lowered her head and took a bite of the bun.

"Or maybe you and Shen Yanzhou are siblings. One of you is thinking of getting my mom to work as a cook at his house. You're even more amazing; you want to take over the Zhuang family."

Su Miaoyi smiled and said, "You're better now. Your voice is getting louder."

“It’s fine to just sleep without taking medicine,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

"Sigh—" Su Miaoyi sighed heavily, hugging Chu Xingrou's neck and saying, "Our peaceful days have passed so quickly."

Chu Xingrou smiled and glanced at Zhuang Yanzheng.

Zhuang Yanzheng snorted: "When we get back, I'll have my mom make carrot and eggplant salad and watch you eat it."

Su Miaoyi looked at him, raised her hand, and made a throat-slitting gesture towards him.